Yvette opened the door and she let Clyde in. She opened the lights and closed the door as Clyde roamed around.Compared to her unit in New York, she got herself a penthouse in Paris in order to see the overlooking view of the Eiffel Tower as much as she wanted.Clyde can see how she's living a lavish life, far from the unit she got for herself. It was big, and the furniture, including the interior designs, screamed elegance.Yvette took a champagne bottle and two champagne flutes and put them on the rectangular table in front of the big sofa.Clyde took a seat as he placed the documents on the table, and Yvette opened the champagne with a screw until it popped out.She poured herself a drink and sat beside him. Clyde took his coat off, loosened the neck, and opened some buttons on his dress shirt.As Yvette sipped on her drink, Clyde caught her checking him out shamelessly, the intensity of her eyes feeding the heat that they'd both been suffering since at the restaurant.Clyde cleare
It was the thirst in her that she could no longer control, as she wanted to get devoured by the heat, to feel it, and to let herself burn by it.There were nights she’d think of Clyde worshipping her body like a goddess, and there were nights she needed to release the heat because it was uncontrollable.It was her buried feelings at the back of her mind that she kept ignoring every time they hunted her down. That she’s going to continue living her life the way her mind wants it to be, not her heart dictating what it should be.Clyde has a sinful desire she doesn’t want to commit. A mistake of evilness that felt so good. A man she thinks is not for him.But when she was already sitting on his lap, she knew that her inhibitions were burned by the lust that ruled her mind and body as she started moving her hand on Clyde’s hand as well.Clyde looked at her with pure thirst in his eyes. His lips were parting, and his eyes were covered with blazing desire."Is this all you want from me once
They're already flying to New York. It's a big business for her because she's going to open a new branch in New York Times Square. She's going to see her brand next to the big brands there, and she cannot wait for it.There will be a big launch party and ribbon cutting, which she will personally lead. Thinking about her achievements, she cannot believe that she's climbing to the top. She's successful, but every time she thinks about it thoroughly, there's something about it that's lacking.Yvette is happy with her achievements because she knew they were all what she wanted. She doesn't need a man to complete her life."How's your relationship with Damon?" she asked while they were sitting in the first-class seat."We're fine. You know we broke up for some petty reasons, but how am I supposed to move on when the next day, I'd find him in the doorway kneeling for forgiveness, begging to take him back? Of course, I'd take him back without a heartbeat!"Yvette sipped on her champagne flut
So he sent me flowers, but there's been no call from him? And what's he up to, huh?Yvette signaled to her team and Trisha that she needed to make a call first as she went to the balcony and closed it. She rested her forearms on the railings as she looked at the tall buildings.She clicked the number without hesitation and put it against her ear. Without two rings, Clyde immediately answered it, as if he'd been staring into the screen of his phone, waiting for her call as well."Hello," Clyde’s deep tone resonated in her ear.Yvette cleared her throat and glanced at the transparent glass door of the balcony as she looked at the delivered flowers that almost occupied the corners of the hotel."I received the flowers. What’s your plan? To make my room a flower shop, huh?"She heard Clyde’s soft chuckle. And damn, her body reacted to it, as if it were a vibrator that made her tingle."Congratulations. I actually went earlier," he whispered."Hmm. Really? I haven’t seen you there," Yvette
"Your designs are wonderful, by the way. They embody the woman you are," Clyde opened up when he remembered the runway he attended."Most of those designs were inspired by Yvonne. Those white satins," Yvette pointed out."I noticed it too. Those were the dresses Yvonne might wear. Angelic. Compassionate. Full of kindness." He raised his brow as he remembered those times he would see Yvonne’s style matching her soft features."And those dark clothes are obviously you. Fierce. Dominating. And... sexy," he pointed out more.Yvette sipped on her water, amazed at how Clyde’s thoughts about her collection matched the message she wanted to convey through her designs.Most of her targets were women. She’s a feminist, and she has been known for it. Though she has tried some styles for men, she hasn’t released them yet."Is that the reason why I saw you on my runway? Because you are interested in the designs? Have you found a woman to spoil now?" Yvette chuckled smoothly as she sliced the steak
"Don't waste it. I don't give second chances, Mr. Smith," she whispered.Clyde nodded slowly. He knew that snapping her meant throwing away the little chance he had to have her again. This time, he won't pull her into his life, but he wants to be part of her life. He wanted to understand her, to know her more, and to spend his time with her.Take it easy, Clyde. Don't rush. If she found out you have these things on your mind, she might run away and won't let you marry her in papers.Take it easy. Let her decipher and sense it slowly. Until she could decide on her own whether to let you in completely or close the door for you forever.But I won't let the latter happen without putting in a goddamn effort. If it might happen, I know that I did everything... took the risk. tried to fight for it until she declared the war over."Then... I am down to sign it tomorrow," he whispered again, his hand resting on her thigh.Yvette’s lips stretched because of the tease he was giving her. She spre
"You can put your other things here," Clyde offered after the small celebration ended.Well, it wasn’t the end, but Trisha had already passed out from drinking, and Damon had already carried her from the other room to accompany his drunk girlfriend while the two were left outside, still sober enough to continue drinking.Clyde is always amazed at how Yvette has such a high tolerance for alcohol that even if you’d drink with her every morning, she would still carry herself like she’s never drunk at all."I won’t come here often. You’re coming to Paris, not the other way around, Clyde. If you wanna see me, then—""I know, Mrs. Smith. My point here is that you might like putting your things in your husband’s penthouse." He arched his brow; his tone was taunting.Yvette looked at him as she scoffed at the way he called her Mrs. Smith, thinking she was really his wife now."Mrs. Smith, my ass," she said, shaking her head, her lips stretching for a smile as she sipped on her drink.Clyde pu
Yvette slowly opened her eyes as she felt someone's strong arm hovering over her back while she was sleeping on her stomach.The first thing she saw was Clyde's handsome face sleeping next to her, who was also sleeping on his stomach, topless, and with disheveled hair. He looked so snobby even though he was sleeping because of his dark features.The first time she experienced sleeping next to a man after sex was when she pretended to be a fake Smith, and now that she's experienced it again, it's still Clyde, and as his fake wife again.Yvette stared at his face for a while as she rested her hand against the side of her head as her pillow while she looked at him deeply.Damn, this man. He fucked me countless times last night, and now he's got the guts to sleep next to me looking like a tamed beast, huh?Yvette's lips stretched when she realized who was the real beast between the two of them. Because she knows that she fucked him roughly as well.Clyde slowly moved closer and pulled her